Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Lovecraft eZine and More

"Of Faith and Fallow" by William R.D. Wood "Deidre Lopez slumped on the side of the bed, elbows on her knees, face
pressed into her hands. Pain hammered in her skull threatening to
splinter bone with each blow from her heart."
"The Dead of Winter" by Jay Caselberg "When you walk the streets of Moscow, though you may not know it, you
walk among the dead. In every city there lies a risk, but if you treat
the uncertainty dispassionately, with just a jot of sang-froid, then you
survive."
"Herbert West in Love" by Molly Tanzer "A boy called West sat in the back row, hand aloft, arm quivering with
tension. Behind his thick spectacles his eyes were firmly fixed upon the
professor as the man scrawled “voluntas aegroti suprema lex” across the board. When the chalk squeaked halfway through suprema, West was the only student who did not flinch."
"Wind Walker" by Neil John Buchanan. "It occurs to Hugh Gibson as the Fiat Galaxy shudders beneath his feet
that driving a clapped-out banger through the worst snowstorm in history
might have been a bad idea. He should have bought the hire car
like Maggie wanted: something big with four-wheel drive, and six-foot
tyres, capable of driving over any terrain – snow, ice, even water – and
making it to their cottage in the woods."
"Yule Log" by Richard Holland. "The log had not come willingly from the earth. It was if the roots at
its base had gripped the peat in a fist of refusal. All the men on the
estate had found themselves called to assist: pounding with mattocks,
hauling on slippery chains or seeking a purchase on the slimy surface of
the wood to drag it from its resting place deep in the bog."

• At Yesterday Fiction: "Ewan Dools" by Beth J. Whiting. Fantasy. "Ewan Dools was a strange boy. He wore glasses and had bad posture.
It was sixth grade. He always sat alone on recess crocheting. The
blonde whose name was Natalie knew her grandmother did it. But how many
boys crocheted?"